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ERIN'S CALL SONG BOOK. 0

A Collection of Songs and Recitations for Concert or Ceilidh.

CONTENTS:

That Tumble-Down Shack in Athlone.

The Leprachaun. She is Far from the Land

(Irish and' English) My Dear, My Native Home. Because I Love You So. The Snowy-Breasted Pt!arl

(Irish and English) . The Maid of the Sweet Brown

Knowe. The Thirty-two Counties.

The Fairy Child (Irish and English).

My Heart's First Home. The Three Flowers. One of the Rank and File. A Father's Early Love. There is Not in the Wide

World (Irish & English) Kathleen Mavourneen. Michael Dwyer. The Heart Bow'd Down. The Good-Dye at the Door. My Native Home. Old Ireland's Hearts & Hands

Sleep Gently, My Eily. t The Old Rector's ::;tory. My Sweetheart When a Boy. Sweet Eveningo Bf'Us. Maureen (Irish and English ). Bantry Bay. Oh, Leave Not Your Kathleen. Eileen Alannah. Fireball McNamara's Address.

The Moon Has Raised. The Fah' Land of Poland. The Gallant Men of '98. The Exile's Home-Coming.

. In the Heart of the Hills. Hail, Freedom. The Tender Apple Blossom.

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A Collection of Popular Irish and Other Recitations ,.

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Ould Shebeen," .. Ach. I Dunno.·· .. Galloping

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ERIN'S CALL SONG BOOK

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO. (Words by Edward M'Nulty. music by Tom

Madden. Published by Ma dden & Son, 54 Mid. Abbey St. , Dublin.)

Because I love you so, machree, There's n othin g now but yo u,

Y our I rish eyes have cO ll q ll ered me, Wltate'e .· you will I'll do.

Like s lI nri se 011 t he Wicklow l.ills You set n. y heart aglo w,

My boso", witll sweet rapt llre thrills, Becallse I love you so.

Because I love you so, lllavrone. 1 It a-s te ll whe!. you cal l,

I live for you and you a lOll e And gladly g ive YO II all.

Like sultrise on ti, e Wick low h i !!!!' You set my heart aglow,

My boso lt . with sweet rapt ure tln'ills, Because 1 love yo u so.

An d 1. p ray for th e clay when I'm sailin g a way

'1'0 old ire land, and ,"oLiler, my own. Oh ! 1 wan t to go back to that tu 111 ble­

down s hack, Where t lte wild roses bloom ronnd tl. e

door' Just 1,0 pillow my head in t hat old trun dle

bed, Jll st to see myoId motl.er once more.

There's a brig- ht g lea ,"ing light g llidi ng me hOB.e to-nigh t,

Dowu the long road of white cobb le­stones'

Dow n t he 'road that leads back to t l. at tU II '!,le-down .·hack,

1'0 that t un.hle-dowll shack in A thlone.

SLEEP GENTLY, MY E I LY.

I Y our slu mbers, oIl! so rt as )'011 1' glan ce

t hey may be, - --- Altllo' 1 arn sure yon'l'e not dreanlillg of

THAT TUMBLE -DOWN SHACK IN '1 me ' A THLONE. Once 1I1 ~re see the image of him you love

(Published by arran gement with Messrs. best, F e ldm a n & Co. ) Wl mt lII atters my trouble, when Y011 are

I'm a long wa.y from home, and lily tho ng hts e ver roall l

'1'0 old E rin rar over t i, e sea ; F or my I.eart it is there, where t l.e ,·kies

a re so fair, An d old Ireland is ca.ll ing 1'01' lll e.

Oh ! 1. want to go I ack to t hat tumble­down shack.

"V I.ere t l.e wild ro~es bloom ronlld the door '

Just to pillow ll ly head ill tlmt old t rnn dle bed,

JllSt to see myoId mother on ce more. There's a b rigl .t g leaming light g uidin g

n. e home to-night, Down the 10ll g roaLl or white cobble­

sto ll es ; Dowll the road that leads back to tlJat

tlllll b le-down shack, '1'0 that tumbl e-down shack in Athlone.

'l'here are eyes that a re sad as they watch for a lad,

'In the old-fashion'd town of Athlone ;

n t rest.

Sw all joy, my poor Eil y, the morning will bring,

It is ll ot for you that t I,e lark CO lll es lo sing:

There' lI be dew on the grass, there' lI be dew ill YO LU' eye,

Sleep ge ntly, lily Eily-my love, lullaby .

SWEET EVENIN G BELLS. S weet evenlDg bel ls, sweet evening hells, How many a tale t heir ," usic tells, Of youth a ll d hO .lle, a ll cl that sweet ti "'e vV I.en la t 1 heard your evelling chimp.

Those joyou~ 1. OllrS are J1n.~'ecl away, A nclllla ll ), a hea.rt tha t t l' en was gay, W i 1,11 i It t he tO lll b now da rkly dwells, A ll d Itears lI O more tho 'e eveniug bells.

And ~o 'I,will be when 1 all. gone-T hat I,nll erll l peal will still rill g on; And othc.· bards shall walk those dells, A nd sing thy prai ~e , sweet evening bells.

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'~uE MAID OF THE SWEET I BROWN KNOWE. COllIe all ye lads a lld lassi es and listen to

J m~ awhil e, . A nd J 11 Slll g tor YOll a verse or two WhlCh

wi ll cll.u~e )'011 a ll to sllI ile. I L',' a ll ai.Jout a yOllllg 1Ilan , and I'm goin g

to te ll YOII 11 011' Frow lI e lately came a-collrti ll g of the

Maid or tile S weet BrowJl Kllowe.

~aid lIe, " My pretty fai r maid, will yon cOlli e along wiLlI IlI e,

We' ll both go off together, and married we will be;

\V e' ll join our ha nds in wedlock ballds, I'm speak ill g to you now,

,\ lid I' ll do lil y best endeavour for t he Maid of the Sweet J3rown Knowe."

This fail' and fickle young tbing she knew 1I 0t IV hat to say ;

He r eyes did shine like silver hright and me rrily d id play .

~lle said "Youn g man, your love subdue, fo r 1 a lll not ready 1I0W,

A IIcl I'll spend a nother season at tIle foot or t he S wee t Brow n Knowe."

Said he, "My pretty fair maid, llOw can you say so.

Look down on yonder valley, where my crpps do gentl y grow;

L o:>k duwn on YOllder valley, where my horses and lil y plough

.A re at tlleir daily labpur for t he Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe."

"lE they're 8,t their daily labour, kind sir, it's not for me;

For I've heanl of your behaviour, I have, indeed," said slle.

"'l.' here is a ll i IIn IV ilere )'ou call in, I have heard j,he people say,

Where you rap anel call a lld p",y for all, and go llollle at t he break of day."

"]f ] rap and call and pay for all, the money is all my own;

A nd I'll never spend your fo rtu ne, for I heal' you ll ave got 1I0ne.

You thought you had lil y poor lleart broke in talking" with IlI e now,

But I'll leave you wllere 1 fo und yon, at the foot of the Sweet Brown Kllowe."

'1'0 make our spirit lastin g and wise as it is bold-to llI al<e our liberty an inherit­ance for our cllildren, alld a charter for our prosperity , we must study as well as strive, and lea.ru as well as feel.-Davis.

MY DEAR, MY NATIVE HOME. Tl lOugh llJeneath a so uLll e l"ll sky

A killdly welco lll e IlI eet, 01' nortlle l'll snow-clad IlI oulltains high

S upport lily weary feet ; Dear native land, still th ough ts of thee

Pursue wh ere'er 1 roa ll1, .A lid oh ! I long, 1 long to see

My deal', my native home.

Chorus. My dear, lily native home,

My clear, my native home; .A nd oh! 1 long, 1 long to see

1\1.y dear, my native home.

Co uld Imy rov in g steps retrac6 '1'0 thee, fa r-distau t s 110re,

Alld rest me ill my native place, lue'er would wander more.

Not all the wealth this world can boast Shonlcl te lllpt me t hen to roam,

For all this heart now values most Surroullds my native hOlll e.

(Chorus.)

EILEEN ALANNAH. Eileen alanllah, Eileen asthore, Til e lig ht of my soul and its queen ever­

IlI ore. n Se<1mH years have lingered since last we

diJ part, Eilee ll alallnah, the pride of my heart. Oh! darling loved one, your dea l' smil e I

llliss , My lips seem to cling to that sweet pa rt­

ing kiss, Mavourneen, thy dear face I see at the

door, Eileen ala ll nah agus asthore.

Eileen alallnall, Eileen astl lore, The ocean's hllle waters wash by t he shore Of tilat dear la nd of shamrock, IV here thou

doth alJide, Waiting the day when I'll call thee my

hride, God bless you, darling, 1 know you are

true, True to the boy who would die now for

you; My heart is now bleeding in its innermost.

core, Eileen alannah agus asthore.

Soon I'll be back to the colleen 1 adore, Eileen alannah agus as thore. '

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THE SNOWY-BREASTED PEARL.

There's a colleen fair as May, For a year alld for It. day 1 have ~o n ght by ev' ry way

Bel' heart to g~till. 'l'llere'~ 11 0 art of tOllgue or eye J!'ollcl youths wi t l, lIIaiJells try, But I've tried with cease less sigh,

Yet tried in vain. 1£ to France or far-off Spain She'd cross the wat'ry main, "1'0 see her face again-

The seas I'd brave. .A nd if 'tis heav'Jl 's decree "1'hat mine she may not be, May the I::)on of Mary me

In mercy save.

o thou blooming milk-white dove, ''1'0 whom I've gi v'n true love, Do not ever thus reprove

My constancy. "I'here are maidens would be mine, With wealth in land and kine, iI.f my heart would l,nt indine

'1'0 tnrn from the/'.

But a kiss with welcolllc bland, .A Ll d touch of t.hy fa ir hand, .Are all that 1 delnalld

W ould'Ht thou not spn rn. For if not llIille, dear g- irl, O h, ' uowy-U reasted P earl! May lllever frOl 1l tlllol .J<'air

\'Vith li fe reLurn .

(The following is another song of the same name sung with g l'eat effect by Mt". John McCor mack :)

Oh , .. he is not like the rose 'I 'hat proud. in beauty glows, .A lid boasts tl, at s he's so

Woncl rolls fair; Hut she's like the violet blue, Ever IIloclest, ever true, FrOlll her leafy boug h perfuming

Ti,e st ill lIight a.ir. Oh, she's gentle, loving, IlIilcl, She's artless as a child, Bet· cl us t' rin g t resses softly

Flowing clown. I'll love t hee evermore, Sweet colleen oge asLhore, My true love, my

Snowy-Breasted Pearl.

)f I sigh, a sndden fear Comes o'er her, and a tear I::)ta ll tls qniv'ring within

H er downca~t eye ; When I s lllil e, those orbs of aZllre Gleam fOlth with love and pleasure Like sudden glory bllrsting

'l'lI rou <Y h a clouded sky; If I claim her for my bride She tremules at lil y side, .A ud g-eutly lirts her eye~

Witll looks so tender. I love thee, only thee, My colleen gelLl machree, My true love, lily

Snowy-Breasted Pearl.

S uch was she, but, ah! a cllange, How mourn ful and how stra ll ge, 'fllat, o'er my own, my own

Long loved one, came: Paler still her pale cheek grew, 11 nd her eyes of azure IIl1 e Seemed lighted with a flame,

A fatal wasting fla.me. Oh! we laid her in a grave 'Wh ere the willows sadly wave .A nd the hollow winds a re sighiug

11 plain t ive wail ; I'm alon e! alone ! alone! So wearily] moan For my lost love, my

Snowy-Breasted P earl.

THE HEART BOW'D DOWN. The heart bow'd dOlVn by weig l,L of woe,

. '1'0 weakesL I' opes will clin g', '1'0 Lh oug ht and i'"pulse wl'l le they flow,

'L' ha t can no corn fort bring-. WiLl, LlJOse excitill g sce nes will blend,

O'er pleaHure's pathway t ln'own, Bll i; me," ' ry is tl, e onl y friend

Tl,at g rief can call its own.

'rhe 11Iind will, in its wor. ·t despair, t:ltill ponde r o'e r the paRt-

On lI ,ome ll Ls of deligJl t t haL we re '1'00 be'H1t iflll to last ;

To lon g departell years exLen ll Hs visions with t he ll' fl own;

For lI, e lll 'l'Y is the only fri end That g rief can call i ts own ..

ONE OF THE RANK AND FILE. By Samuel Lover.

"rwas a g lorious day, worth a warrior's tellin '"

Two I, i~ g.R llad fOllght, and t he fig1lt waR done,

Whell, ' lI,itlst the shout of victory swell­IlI g,

A sold ier fell on LI ,e field he won. H e t holl g ht of kin gs a ll d of royal qllarrels,

A 11 cl thong-h t of g lory withou t a smile; F OI' what I, ad he La do with la llrels H~ wa.' only one of Lhe ra nk a ll d file !

BlIL he plllled ouL his litl;\e cru skeen, Au d d ra nk to his preLty coll een,

" Oh, darlin g," says he, "when I die y Oll won't IJe n. widow-for w by ?

A.h, you never would have me, vOllrnee n."

A r n- yen tresH frolll his IJOSOID taklll g , '1'1, at now was sta in'd with hi s lif'e­

st ream shed, A fervent pray'r o'er Lh at ringlet mal,in g,

B e b l ~ss ings so nght on t i,e lov'd olle's llead.

An e visions fail' of hi s native mou ntains A rose-enchan t in g his fadill g' ~i g h t,

Tl,eir e merald valleys and crystal fount.. ains

vVere never shillin g more fail' a nd bright AmI g ra sping- his little crn skeen, H e p ledged the dear isla nd of g ree n:

"'I'hou gh fa r £rom LI,y valleys 1 die, Dearest isle, to my heart Lh ou art nigh,

As thongh abse nt 1 lI ever had bee n."

A tear now fell- for, a~ li Fe was sinking, ' \'be pride that g na rded his ma nly eye

Was weak er grown- an d his last fon d t bin kill g .

Brr)u ght hea ve n, and home, a ll d his Lrlle In",", ni c-l l.

Bu t, with the fire 0 1' l,is gallant na ti on, H e ~corn 'd to ~ lIl'J'e lJlle r wi t l, out a blow ~

He lJIade witb death capitlllat ion, A nd with warlike I, onollrs l,e still would

go! For, draining his liWe crnsl<een, B e dra llk to his crll el colleell,

'.1'0 the emerald land of I,i s bir t l,­A lid life less l,e sauk Lo t,l,e eartl"

Brave a soldier as ever was seen.

MY SWEETHEART WHEN A BOY. By J. L . Molloy.

'1'ho' many genUe l, earts I've known , A nd llIall Y a preLty face,

Where love sat gaily on his throne, 'In Lea nty and ill grace,

But ne ver was "'Y heart e llthralled By snch ell chan ting joy ,

A.s by tl,e da rling WIIO III 1 called My swee Lheart whell a boy .

I hllng UpOII her lightest \Vord, My very joy wal; fear,

A li d flll tte red t imid like a bi rd ·WI,ell ~ lI ns hine £ r .. t appea.rs.

I Hever th ou gllt lI1y l, eart would l'ove~ Li fe t hell had 11 0 alloy,

W ith such R. hll th J see ll,ed to love My sweethea rt II'hell It 1 0y.

And yel; t he dream l, as passed awa y, '1'ho' l ike i t lived il. passe.l :

Each mOll 'ell t was too Lright t o .. tay .. And sparkled to t he last.

Stil l 0 11 " 'y beart i ts beall ls remalll. In ga.y , nnclou detl joy,

vVl,en J rememher l,er a.gaill, My s weeLhea rt whell a IJoy ,

TH E GOOD-BYE AT THE DOOR .. o I' all the llIem' ri es of the past,

That co n'e like SUlllll ler d ream s, ' ''' I, ose rainbow l,ues stillrOll nd llI e casb

'I'heir bri gh L hut tieet.ill g beanl S, 'I'he leareHt, sweetest, t l,at, can I,e,

Of days lon g O'oll e before, Are tl,ose t l, at hring to mill d, to me,

'.I.'he good-bye a t t l, e cloor. A re those, &c.

Bllttime and phLcc I,ave qni te estrange& Each early fr iend we 1{lIew;

B ow few remain , how II la ll Y cl, anged, Of Lr, o.'e we deem'd so tr lle!

TboHe happy hours a.gain to me Bli t melll'ry can restore,

A li d li fe's la.st 1l101llPnts seelll to be The good-bye at Lh e door,

A nd life'~ , &c.

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KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN. Kat l,lee ll J\:1a VOlll'Ueell ! Ule grey dawn is

breakin" Ti,e horn ~f t he llllnler is heard 011 tl ,e

"ill , T Ile lark. f rolll her lig-Ilt wing th tJ bright

Ilew IS slla king, K"U, leen i'Ilavourneen, w baL! ~ IUlllb' rinO'

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O h, hast ti'OIl forgotte ll how soon we must ~" vc r?

Oh, has!:' tl ,Oll forgotten 110 1V soon we IIlust P" rt ~

It may be for yeltl's, a ll d it IIHt)' IJe fOI' ev~ l'

Oh, w1..Y ar t. t hou silellt, thon voice of lily I,ear!; ?

It may be fo r years, a nd it may lJe for ever,

Then wllY art tbou s ilent, Kathleen l\[avourneen?

S he is far fro 11 I the Ia.nd where her yonng l, t' ro s lee ps,

A nd lovers a round her si g hing; But coldly s l, e turns froll1 their gaze, a ll d

weep. , For l, er heart in his grave is lyin g.

S he sin gs the wi ld song of her dear native pl ain s,

Every nole which l,e lov'd awaking ;­A h! li Ltle they think, who delight in her

s t. ra.ill s, Eow the heart of the mi nst rel is l)l'l' nk .

ill g .

He h ad lived fo r his love, for l,is coulI!.ry he died,

'I'hey were all that to life ll ad entwill 'd hilll;

Nor soon shall tI,e tears of his country he dried ,

N or long wi ll his love stay behind hill l,

Oh! II1 fl ke l,er a grave whe re the sn u· beam s res!:'

\OVhell t lley promise a g lorions morrow. 'l 'hey'll s"ill e o'e r her sleep, like a s ,"il e

frolll t. I, e West, F rolll her own lov'd island of sorrow.

Kathlee ll l\Iavourll el'n ! awake 1'1'0 111 thy slulldJers,

The I,]m, 1ll01llltai ll H g low in t he ~u n 'R golcl en li g ht;

Ah! where is the ~p,'ll that once hung on th y nllmbers ?

A ri .. e in tl, y beauty, thou star of 11I'y

Iligld" l\ lavourllePll, ]',f aVOUl'neen, my sad !.ea.m

are fa llill g', '1'0 think t l>at from Erin and the ' I

must \la.rt : It 1II ay be fo r y ea.l'~ , allcl it, ili a..\' be for e ,'" r,

TI,ell wl, y art thou tii le ll t, tl ,ou vCli ce ot lil y hear t ?

' l' I"'1I why H.rt; t hOll si lent, ' Kathlc,; n Mavour neell ?

A 11 of us have much to learn, but SOllle of UR have 11 !lld , to fR.",: ], .

THE THIRTY-TWO COUNTIES. Air-"Drink, Puppy, Drink."

H ere's to Donegal, and her people, brave and tall,

Here's to A ntrim, to Leitrinl, and Den'y, H ere's to Gavan and to Louth, here's to

Carlow ill ti,e Sonth, Here's to Longford, to Waterford, and

Kerry. Chorus.

Then clink, fllasses, cl ink, 'ti s a toast for all Lo dnn k,

An d let every voice come in at the chorns.

For Irula",! is our II01IIe, and wherever we may roanl,

We'll be true to ti, e deal' land that bore us.

H ere'. to '1'yrone, where O'Neill long held his own,

Here's to 1\Ionaghan, F ermanagh, and Ki Idare, boys;

H ere 's to her IV hose stroke broke the hate­ful Penal yoke,

And. you know that's the brave County Clare, boys.

H ere's to S ligo and to Down, to AXlllagl1 of old renown ,

Here's to Kilkenny, fam ed in story; H ere's to Wexford, boys, fo r she nearly

set a ll Ireland f ree, And here's to Royal Meath and her

glory.

Herll's to Galway and Mayo, Lhat never feared a foe,

Here's to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes;

H ere's to Limerick , ram ed o'er a ll for its well-del'ended wall,

AmI sLill more for the beanty of its lag ·es.

H ere's to ~~I,lIanL Cork, the next connty to New X ork, .

Here's t o Roscommon, brigh t and a iry; H ere's to We.'tllleath, wl1<,re a tyra nt

SCfU'ce call breathe, And hpre's to un conquered Tipperary.

t,;lIeen's County, Loo, we' ll toast, and the Killg's , 1'01' both can boaHt

They are spots t i, e invader got SOllle t.rol\b le ill,

A lid nuw to finish up fill It briU'ht and brimming cnp, "

And we' ll orink, boys, to jolly li Ltle D "I.I:

THE LEPRACHAUN. (Sung l,y Mr. John McCormack.)

In a shady nook one moonlight lIight A lepracllaun 1 spied;

With scarlet cap and coat of green, . A crllskeen by his side.

"1'was t ick Lack tick, his hammer went Upon It weeny Hhoe,

And I lall g ll ed to think of a purse of gold, But t he fairy was laug hin g, too!

Witll tip-toe step and beating heart, Quite so t'tly 1 drew ni g h,

There was mischief in his IIUlITY face, A twinkle in his eye.

He halllmer 'c1 a lld sang with tiny voice, A lid dran k his 1I10unt.aill llew;

And L laughed to thillk be was caugllt at. l a~t,

But Lbe fairy was lau ghing, too!

As quick as thought I seized the elf, "Your fairy purse !" 1 cried .

"The purse," he sldd, " 'tis ill her hand, '1'hat lady at your side ! ..

1 f;nl'ned to look; the e l f lVas off! Then wllat was 1 to do ?

Oh! 1 laughed to think what a fool I'J been ,

And tbe fai ry was laugl ling, too!

THE TENDER APPLE BLOSSOM. Air-" Danny Boy."

Would God I were tbe lender apple blossom,

That Hoals and falls from off t i, e twisted boug''',

'1'0 lie lLnd faiut witb in your silken hoso lll . Withill youl' ~i lk en bosom, as that does.

11 0 W!

Or would 1 were It li tUe l.lllrnisbed apple 1"01' yo n to pl"ck me, glidillg by so cold ,

'vVI,ile ~ Iln lLnd ,I",de your robe of l awl~ will dapple,

y 0''' ' robe of I!LWII alld your hair's sp"" gold.

Yea., wonld to God I were among the ro:-;es '

Tl,at lean lo ki ss yon as you float I)e­tweell ,

WI,ilst on tile lowest branch a bud UII­

closes, A bud ullc!oseH to tollC!. you, Qnee n.

Nay, sill ce you will 1I 0t love, 1V0uld I ,vere growi ng

A lmpp'y daisy ill tlle gard en pat!. ; That so yo ur silver foot mig ll t press me

going, Jl,fight pre~~ me goi n!! 1'\' "'' ,fo (lealh !

nl tU1t .6.ns.6. 5CnU1nne. (THERE IS NOT IN THE WJDE WORLD.)

n i f'u,L '-' l1r '-' 5Cl,u'''l1e '-'0" (:um'-'J1, ,,0 5 Le '-'l1l1,

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'-'" cl' o,-oe.

8' '''-0 mo co.'1,-oe, -00 ce"115<1,L mo c um""11 'r mo cl<l.on,

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'n A,t (\ Olbe, -omu,-o 0 ,,'" rio"t",,1) F'-'o, -6;-oe'-' l1 50 rA l1il

There i.' not ill tl ,e wid e world a valley so s weet,

As t l, at va le ill whose bosol11 the brigh t waf ers lI ,eet.

Oh! t l,e las l, r ays of fee ling and l ife In li s t depart,

Ere the b loom of that vall l'Y s hall fad e from my heart.

Y et it was n ot that Natu re had shed o'er t il e scene

H er purest of c rptal an d brigh test o f greelJ,

"1'wRs not her soft III B,gic of strealll let or I, ill,

Oh! 1I0-it was sOlllething 1I10re exquisite ~till.

'Twas til e f riend s, t he belov'd o E my bOSOIIl, were near,

Who made e ve ry dear sceue of enchan t . 11I e ll t more dear,

Ami who felt the best charms of nature ill1prove,

When we see t hem reflected from looks t h at we love .

.Sweet vale of .A voca! 110w calm cOll ld I r est

1.n th y bosom of slmtle , with the frie!Jds 1 love best,

Wllere t he ~ to rms th at we fee l in tll is col.l WO I'l l sll ould cease,

's '-'11 5 Cflol-o te m '-'I' -00 cOllil e"' r :s t", Le -oA11'n.

c.UI1 ' foJ1ut<1 And our h ea r ts , like t hy waters , I ", lIIingled in peace.

THE MOON HAS RAISED. The m oon has rais'd h er lamp above, To light the way to thee, my love . H er rays 11pon the waters play, '1'0 tell me eyes more bright than they .A re watchin g thro' t he night. I come, I come, my heart's delight!

On hill a n d dale the moonbeams fa ll, A nd· spread their silve r light o'er all; Blit t hose bright eyes I soon shall see, R ese rve t he ir purest light for m e. M et.hill k~ t hey now ill "ite; ] COII'I' , I come, my h em'fs delight!

MY NATIVE HOME. :My native h Olll e ! 1I 0W fa r f rom thee,

Thy peacefu l sl",.des how I regret! Those tranquil I, aull ts '0 dea r to lII e,

I lI ever, lI ever can forget! No! tho' t hrough dista llt, la nd s Iroall!, I love but t llee, my n ative h Olue !

R eflecting oft on scenes so bright, ' Vhe re early li re I joyous pass'd,

If lost for ever to my sig h t, Tb l1Ie lllOry's mirror ~f ill t he last.

Y es! tho' far ltrigl lLer da~'" m >iy come, J'l ll ove b11t thee, my n aLi ,'" home

THE THREE FLOWERS. By rorman G. Reddin .

(Copyright and a ll other rights reserved by the Author).

One time wben walking down a lane, \Vhen night was drawing nigh,

I met a colJeen with three flowers, And she more young tha n I.

.. Saint Patrick bless you, dear," said I , "If you'll be quick and t ell

The place where you did find these flowers, I seem to know so well."

She took and kissed the first flower once, And sweetly said to me :

.. This flower comes from the Wicklow Hills,

Its name is Dwyer," said she; .. Its name is Michael Dwyer,­

The strongest flower of all; B ut I' ll keep it fresh beside my breast,

Though a ll the world should fall."

She t ook and kissed the next flower twice, And sweetly said t o me :

.. This flower I culled in Antrim fields, Outside Belfast," said she.

.. The name I call it is Wolfe Tone,­The bra vest fio\ er of all ;

But I'll keep it fresh beside my breast, Though a ll the world should fall."

She took and kissed the next flower thrice,

And softly said to me : .. This flower I found in Thomas Street ,

In Dubl in fair," said she. " Its name is Robert Emmet­

T he youngest flower of a ll ; But I 'll keep i t fresh beside my breast,

Though a ll the world should fall. T hen Emmet, D wyer and Tone I'll keep,

For I do love them all; And I'll keep them fresh beside my

breast, Tho' a ll t he world should fall ."

MY HEART'S FIRST HOME. My home, my heart's first home I

Thy Ides are ever clear; No absence can o'ercome

The scenes, so bright, so dear ! The hills so oft in transport climb'd,

The woogs I lov'd to roam, The bells that sweetly chim'd,

My home, my heart's fi rst home. The bells that sweetly chim 'd­

that sweetly chim'd, My heart's fi rst home.

Though years unheeded fly, vVherevl::r I may be,

Fond mem'ry brings thee nigh, And turns my h eart to thee.

And while l ife's dreamy fountains last, Tho' wintry age mav come,

Thy spri ng can ne'er be past, My home, my heart's first home!

Thy spring ca n ne'er be past-can ne'er be past,

My heart's first home.

OLD IRELAND'S HEARTS AND HAND i').

By W. T. Parkes .

o Erin, home of lovely scenes, o land of love and song,

I n joy once more my fon I heart leans On thee, so true and trong ;

For, like a rest less bird, I've stray'd, And oft in clistant lands

I dreamed of " Love-knots " years have mad e

With I reland's hearts and hands.

Chor us. o sweetheart, Erin, good old land

Tho' n ear or far I stray, I love them a ll, each heart and hand,

I love thy shamrock spray. Old Ireland's hearts and hands! Old Ireland's hearts and hands !

o sweetheart, Erin, good old land I love thy hea rts and hands.

Oh, welcome was the bri ght green shore Tha t rose upon my sight,

Like dawn UpOll the waves once more, To chase the long. long night .

And thongl in many an hour of joy I wove the tendri l bands

Of friendships great, there's none could clov

Old Irela nd's hearts and hands.

Oh, r im m 'd with gold of mem'ry brigh t , Thine emerald b a uty set

W it hin my heart gave gleam of light Tha t I could not forget .

And thus I prayed with many a t ear Alone in far-off lands,

The starry hour that gives me here Old Irela nd's heart s and hands.

The language of a nation's youth is the only easy and full speech for its manhood and for its age. And \\ ben the language of its cradle goes, it eH craves a tomb .-Thomas Davis.

teAnt> 8 15e. (THE FAIRY CHILD.)

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r ' 5e ~yo j

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BAN TRY BAY.

.As i' m. sitting- a ll alone in t he g loaming, , It Im g ht have been bn L yesterday,

'Ihat we watoll 'd ti ,e fis her sails all hOll1i ll g

T ill t he li ttle herri ll g fl.eet at aLlchor lay ·

'I' hell tL'e fi sher girls wi th baskets swi ng-111 g-,

9 ""le rUll nill g down t Ile old stoneway, E v rr laSSIe \'0 I,e r s ILj 10 ]' lad. was sing­

l ug .A. welt:ome back to J3a ntry Bay.

Then we heard the piper' s sweet note tunin g,

.A nd all t he lassies turn'd to hear, As they mingled with a soft voice eroon ­

ing, 'l'ill t he music floated down H,,, Hooden

pier.

By Samuel

A mother came when stars were palin g, Wail ing rO Llnd a lonely spring ;

'.I'hus she cr iecl , wllile tears were falling, Galling on Llle fa iry Ung :

.. W hy wi th spell ' my child caressing. Courting Ilim wi t h fairy joy;

Why des Lroy a 1Il0tl,er's LleHsing'­Wherefore stea l li ly baby boy?

" O'er the mOlUl tain , Lhro' t I,e wilcl woo l , W here his child llOod loved to play,

W here t he fl ow'rs are fresh ly sprin ging, There .1 wander cl ay by clay ;

There I wander, growin g fOllller Of t i,e ch ild that In acle my joy ;

On the echoes wildly calling '1'0 restore Hly fairy boy.

" But i ll vain my pla inti ve call 1ng­'l'ea1's are falli ng a ll in 'vain :

H e now sports wi t h fairy pleasu re, He's the t reasure of thei r t ra in!

F are thee well, my child, for ever, I n this wor ld I've lost my joy,

But in the next we lI e'er skLlI tie ver, '.I'HERE I'll fin d lily angel boy ."

" Sa ve you kindly, colleens all ," SOLid tI,e piper,

.. H a ll ds acro'ss a nd trip it whi le J play ;" A Lld a joyous ~ou ll d of song- an .' Inerrv

da ncin g" .. titole Roftly over Rantry Bay.

A s rill sittin g all alone in the gloam­lUg,

Ti ,e i:;I ul.,lowH of i1 ,e past d raw Il eal', An.] 1 see the lovi ng faces a rO llnd me

That used to glad t.i, e old brown pi l'l'. SOll le a re gone upon their lasL Jov'd

homin g , Some are left, but tht'y are old a nd

gray, And we're waiting for the tide in the

gloaming '1'0 sai l upou the Gn'n.t H ighway,

To that land of rest u lle ll ding, All peacefu lly from Blinky Bay,

mA1Rfn tel r .&n CI' '&olt> ln ~ol 1), nn .

lr 10m -O<1 <1 \) I' ", n b ln n "0 0 l"nne<1r I-e mo I-In n,

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CU r Fd.

5 1'",-0 mo c l' 01-oP mo c UII-In,

s t dlm:e :se.&t mo mU II'" ,n,

61r<11-o 111lre r' n <1 r 5 lo l1le l .in;

"0 0 l'U :S t:u I- e<\t: " n Cl' <10 ,t>

6 'n d1' 0 t6v \) :so t:601),

~:s u r :S1''''-o mo c llOl-oe "00 cUIUn b.l.n .

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l e 0 .\In1"05"" <\1' b, t 1)'" brull- r '&ol 5 l' eln .

'he "Oe lfl mo rilulnncll1 rein S o m b l-olm " I' "Olt·ce ,U'

's n<1e mu e,-o me rOCl'ul5t ~ 50 t l. " " tU (\ln ,

" CC r <1 n :so 1)1''''5 me i, ~n \) e6n "00 c1'&'-o mo c1'01-oe,

"':sur bhv me nior r Oct" ' nl. " n t:-U .\Il .

By F rancis A. FallY.

I've sling )' 0 \1 Ill a ll Y Hongs About I rela ll d and her wl'ongs,

An d llIall Y a ga rla nd more, plaze God .. I' ll t wine ;

Bu t now, boys, by your lave, We will have a little stave

A bou t th at little cailin ban of mine.

Chorus. o gradh 1110 chroidhe 111 0 cllUilin, S lain te geal mavourneen,

I'll drink your health from de wy eve t illl dawn,

For ' t is YOIl that has the sway F rom Mayo to Du blin Bay,

o gradh mo chroidhe 1110 chuilin ban.

I'll not deny her na me, Sure Ma llreen i ~ t hat same-

N o sweeter could to Irish maid belong L H er surnalll e's ratller quare, Blit 'tis neither here nor t here,

For s lle promised me she'd change it-. before long.

My Maureen bas no wealth But mode~ ty and ll ea lth,

A.nd s ure what IlIore cou ld an y boy re-qui re? .

But jewelR, sil ks , or lace, Cou ld 1I0t add another grace

'1'0 those t hat make her now my l,eart' s­des ire.

Oh, riclles 1 despi~e ,

A nd rail le I poorly prize-"1'is li t tle, faitll , of either that I OWll ;

Bu t wiLIt Mauree n by lil y side 1 wou ld face the world wide,

More prollcl t ha n a llY kin g upon his · throne.

Her people say I'm wild, W it. h no 11Iore sense than a child,

A li d Rt. rongly doubt I'll ever settle­d O WlI ,

But I' ll end lil y roving li fe vVhell the cail in ban's my wife ,

Anr1 be t,I ", Rt". iliPRt. boy in all f l, P t,OW Il .

OH, LEAVE NOT YOUR l{ATHLEEN l Writte n on seeing the pa.l'ting of n youn g

f 1! rme l' fl'om his betrothed. on going to seek his fo rtune in some distant lnrld. )

Oh! leave II 0t 'yollr KaLldeell, there',' no one can c l,ee l' her,

Alone in tlte wide worill, llnpitiull, she' \I sig il;

A nd S(;~neH that were loveliest, when t l' on we rt, lI eB.!' her,

R ecall Lhe sad visions of Jays long gOlle Ly ,

,Tis vain that YOIl tell lII e you' ll ne ve r forget II le,

To tl 'e la nd of t he shalllrock you'llne'er retut'll III ore,

Far away fro "' yOll r sigl,t yon will cease to l"p.gT e t lilt',

YOIl'11 SOOIl forget Kathleen and Erin go Bragh.

Oh ! leave not the land , the sweet land of )' 0 111' child l, " ocl ,

Wh ere joyoll s ly pass'd the £i"st clays of 0111' ),out l.;

Whel'e gail y we wander'd 'II,id valley and wil,lwoon,

Oh, I. hoHe were ille bright clays or inllo­cent irnth.

"l'is vai n ihat you lell me you'll never forget lll e ,

To the land of ille shamrock you'll ne'e r ret lll'lI 111 0re ;

F ar a way fl'oll ' your sight YOIl wi ll cease to regret mH,

Y ou'll SOOI1 forget Kaihlee ll fUHl. Eri 1l go Bra.gh.

A FATHER'S EARLY LOVE. The nectar cup may yield deli g ht"

The Il!mrt "weet lllUsic ,"ove ; Bllt, oh ! no cl, arm, however IJright,

Is li ke pa.fer ll alloye. AffecLion w<'ars a si\l< e ll chain,

O'e,' deserts LI, o' we rove; It <re ll t l" draws us l'<l.ck aU'ain

Each 'lin k a fai her's lov~. '

Yes, like the balll' of op'ning flow'rs, A cm"s the ocean foalll

It floats with IlS to dis tant shores, It pilllts iJa.ck ou r l,oll,e.

Alas ! how oft in Ia. te r years, Th o' <:i,anged the heart Il1ay p,.,we,

D oth mem'I'\, 's drt' a ll ' recall, I.hro' I."a l's , A faiher's early love.

We wan t A, brave, lll odest, laborio11 s , -a.nd iIlHtructt'dPeople. Itis tl ee pe r pleaSll"'" to serve. fl.nd glory to lea.\ S Il (; iJ a 1)0'01'1, ..

THE FAIR LAND OF POLAND. \V IIt:n tl, e fair lalld of P oland was

plough'c1 i.Jy ihe hoof Of the ruildess in vaclel'-w l, en Mig bt ,

\Vith steel to tbe bosoll' aucl lI"llIe to t he­roof,

COI1.pletecl her triumph o'e r Righ t : In that "'Oll, ent of danger, w lle.t l!' reedom

invok'd A ll th e f(J tterless sons of l, e!' pricl e,

.In "phalanx as da llll iless as freedom e'e l­yok'd

I {",g il t a11d 1 bled i.Jy her s ide. My birth is 1I 0hle-11ll sf;ained lily cres t,

As is thine own - let this attest.

MICHAEL DWYER. At lengih bra ve Michael Dwyer and 11l 5-

u11daunted Inen V'V ere scented o'e r the lllountains, allG

tracked into f. he glell; '1'1,,, stealthy so ldiers fo llowed, with ready

bla le a lld ba.II, A ll d swore to trap the outlaw that lIight

in wild Emall.

They prow led abollt the vall ey, and ioward, tl, e dawn of clay

Discovered where ihe faith ful :tlld fearless heroes lay ;

A r?und lhe lilLle cottage they forlll ed in a l'ing,

A nd called out:" Mi(;hael D wyer ! sur-. render to the king! "

ThllR allswered Michael Dwyer-" lnto. this house we call,e

Unas ked by those who own it; they can ­Dot he to bla,"e;

'I'l,e ll let ihose guil l.l !lHS -people, unqu es­tioned, pass y"O'l tl ll'Ol'lg h;

A lIcl W hen t hey've passed in safety , 1'11. t ell Y011 what we' ll do ."

"l'waR .lone. "A nd now," said Dwyer, . ")'0111' work ),0 11 IlI ay beg-ill;

Y OIl are a IIIllldred ont: ·iae-we're onl y fOil I' within;

W e've l.eard your haughty Sll,"mons, aud this is our reply-

W e' re trll e United lrisllmen- lVe'll figh t , until we die."

Tl.en burst t he war's red ligl. t lling , then 'poured t he leaden rain;

The hills a round re-echoed the thunder peals agai n;

The soldiers falling round him brave­D wyer sees with pride ;

Hilt, ah! one gallallt comrade is wounded. hy l,iR side.

Yet there are three remaining, good battle still to do ;

Their hands a re strong and steady, their aim

THE OLD RECTOR'S STORY. DR. JOHN T ODH UNTE R.

is quick and true-But hark tha t furious shout ing

soldiers raise!

(T his reci tation is taken, by perm ission, fr0 1l1 a the savage colJ ection of Dr. Todhun ter's poems, enti tled .. Fro 'l l

the Ln.nd of Dreams." publ ished by the Talbot Pn:ss. Lld .. Dublin . price 2 5 . 6d .. net. )

them I-the roof The house is fired around is in a blaze I

And brighter every moment the lurid flame arose,

And louder swelled the laughter and cheer· ing of their foes ;

Then spoke the brave M'Alister, the weak and wounded man-

.. You can escape, my comrades, and this sha ll be your plan:

•• P lace in my hands a musket, then lie upon the floor -

I'll stand before the soldiers, and open wide the door;

They' ll pour into m y bosom the fire of their array ,

'Then, while their guns are em pty , dash th rough them , and away! "

He stood before the foemen, re vea led am ids t the fl a me;

From out their levelled pieces the wished­for vo lley came;

Up sprang the t hree survi \"o rs , for whom the her::> di ed ,

But only Mich ael Dwyer bu rs t th rough the ranks outside.

He b 'lfAed his pursuers, who followed like the wind,

And swa m the River Slaney, and left them far behind; .

But many a scarlet sold ier he p rom ised soon shoulrl fall

For those. h is gallan t comrades , who died in wild Emall.

IRISH STILL. R E V. MICH AI! L T O KMR Y.

\\'~' re Irish still, we re I" , h 5till, ThotJ ~ h centllri". 01 wne

Have pas, eel .inee fi"t bv Henry's will Our na lion wa.. lai rj Inw .

'Thollgh Turl or 's kin/(, ha ve passerl away, Th(l ll gh St ll :trt 's r~ i~ n has pas"cd ,

'We ' re lri$h 51111, a. ere I h ~ir sway , A nrl Wi ll h f- 10 t h~ I,,,t

'Tbollfl;h \Ve, (ord's ~orl dr;'ll k r!"" I ' of go re, Tho ugb Tone and E mmel d ied,

.Acruss the sea Ihou \; h mill ions pour W ilh each rt'tu rn ing line

Nought can our <>ltic nalion ~ill, \ Ve 'U stand to cnD t ... , ,

W e're Irish sti ll , we 're Irish still, And \\' j 11 be t o the last .

Ay, I was once a soldier, as you've heard, A cornet in the Irish Yeomanry. To say what that meant fifty years ag-o "Would seem, thank Gud! to young {"l!ows

like you Like telling ta les about some foreign land In the dark ages. Yes, m y memory Has its black chamber, where, whene'er I

look, There flicker ou t, shin ing with ghas tly fire, Some ugly pic tures, pain ted on the wall­Bad sighr,!

1\ ~w, here's a sample: I was once Riding at n ight a long a cou ntry r oad , Patrolling with m y troop -one August nigh t. The moon was full, and su rely br igh t and fa ir As when she rose on Eden's innocence The night before the fall. What brought

us t here, Out of our beds? Well, in the peasant 's

ph ra5e, .. The boys was out .. " in fact, the Whiteboy

sca re Was in full cry, and Ireland in the g rip, Under the Whiteboy Acts, of mar tial law : Nothing new, mind; the district was pro-

claimed, And we patrolled it to repress the crime Of being out of doors be tween the hours Of sunse t and sunrise.

\ Ve ll , there I sa t, Loose in my saddle, in a ki nd oi dream ; Thinking, I fancy, o f tbe Co unty Ba ll, A pretty face (1 was a yon ngs te r then) Had made for me a chapte r of ro rna nce, To be re-read by that romantic moon. O h I b ut 't was wonderful , that moonl ight ,

m ixed Wil h woodbine scents, and gusts of meadow-

sweet, An Iri sb boy's first love , a co rne t's pride, I n hi s new soldiership and un i form! \ Vhy, ' twas sheer ecs tasy-I fct:! it still, As I remember how, athwa rt my mood, The marti a l noise o f our accout remen ts Clanking and jingling to t be chaq,~ ~r's

Iram p, C himed in a sort o f music,

The roan tur nen, And a stream crossed it. On tbe further side There was a man, a ~cared look in h i, face, W h ite in tha t great moonlighl. And Ihe re

he s tood A nd never ran-t he creatu re never ra n, But qU iwered out some ques tion : ' lis my

gucs ... .

He saia: .. Is that the sogers?" Then saw,

Like a bad dream, the captain of our troop (Whom I'll he re D"me L ord B.), ride at him

straight, And cut h im down. You maybe never saw A man cut down? Nor I, till that bad hour . W ell, 'twas an ugly sigbt- a bruta l sight. The stra ngest thing was this, the man

seemed dazed, Made no a tt empt to run, or dodge the

sword, Shrank rather from the wind of the horse,

I thought , His hands held ou t in a groping sort of way, But neve r raised, I sa w, to gua rd his head, Till the blow sen t hi m ree ling with a shriek : .. 0 Lord, have mercy' " then he plunged

face down, Clutching and wallowing in a pool of blood . He spoke no more-just moaned. 'Twas

horrible , And all the more .for something half-gro-

tesque; You 'd never think a man's last agony Could look so like a joker 's an tics, played To ra i ~e a laugh . Yet no one la ughed,

th ink.

W e heard no more of it. But all that night I felt myself next-door a murderer, And rode with a sick chill about my heart. No ?lore pride in my uniform; no more D elight under tha t ghastly glaring moon That showed .me T om's poor fact!

Perhaps vou'l l think That sickened me of so ldiering ? Well. nor

quite. T he young distrust their instinct, Sir , wh"11

first Thrust forth, new-fledged, in the great rough,

world ; I was shocked. surely, but was hal f ashamed To be so shocked. Then I saw other things. I could not help conViction were beyond­Ay, I saw other things- worse things thalli

that, 'Which made me feel the uniform I wore Smother my soul in shame. I cha nged it soon For this poor cassock, which, though not so>

sma rt, I find more comfortable, every way.

THE GALLANT MEN OF '98.

\Ve had pushed across the stream. I saw B . MAGENN IS.

them li ft Air-Viva la. His head, with long grey hair dabbled with

blood. \ The spirit of our fathers bright, The sword hadcaught hi m under the right ear Inspires our hearts to firm un ite, And through the gash his poor, scared, And strike again for God and right,

struggling heart As did the men of '98. Simply pumped out his life. 'Twas over 'When V/exford and New Ross could tell,

soon . • And T ubberneering and Carne\\' , They laid h im down stone-dead , with star- \Vhere many a Saxon foeman fell ,

ing eyes; And many an Irish sold ier, too' And then I saw it all-the man was b li nd . Then someone said : .. Lord save us , sure

it 's T om­It 's ould blind Tom, the fiddler' Sure

enough, He lives just here in the boreen beyant." Another said ' "lIe's due to pla y to-day In Balli.n togher fai r. H e must 'a ' thought 'Twas mornin' , and come down to c1ane

himself H ere in the sthream . P oor T om I 'Twas

just you r luck, Misfort 'nate cray thur tbat ye alwa ys wor! Well, you 'll chune up no more; God rest

your 50\\'1 !"

Hurrah , b rave bovs, we vow to standi Together for our fatherland, As did t he bold devoted band

T he gallant men of '98 1

Their altars and their homes they rose To guard from ruthless tyrant foes, Who reeled beneath the vengeful blows

For freedom dealt in '98. The patriots' blood that reddened deep

The soil where fell they in their gore, Their memory green and fresh shall keep

Within our bosoms' inmost core . Hurrah, brave boys, &c.

i" e found his stick, indeed, beside the , tream . Then, let us here give three t imes three 1 nen we rode on, a nd left him lying there, For tbose who fo ught for liberty, Upon a grassy tussock by the road. As slaves could never bend the knee

An ugl y business that. I never knew The free-born men of '98 ' How my Lord felt about that sad mistake; Not t~ey that bond~men's yoke could bear. Sad thin" s will happen under martial law, W btle ones tout pike could deal a blow, And ill -judged acts, done through excess of I Tben by their memory let us swear

zea l, To meet once more the hated foe! The killll"s commission covers in such times. HurTah, brave boya, &c.

HAIL, FREEDOM! ( 1<' 1'0 111 " 'l ' l,e l' res~ .")

lT he " Pro s ,. newspaper, l'O lluded on 4th Octo­f)or. 1797, was p uhli s IH::'c1 uy the Un ited lr ish­]1\811 at 6:l Ab bey :-'Lreet, Dublin, Rud pri nted in lUol1l1 Ll'u" t,h Street , 11 SU18,1I thoroughl'are l'un ning fl'Olll ' IH\'l'l es Str oet to Cllll DCery Place. I t bas Leen ndulitLed IHr COlupete nt a.uthol'i ties tbn.t "th e »0.1)01' was n,hly writte n. It coo s tu,ntly ex­posed th e init tllrll1nit ies to wh ich the people were slIbjected . its colullln ' being contd bllteri to by crnine nt Utcll in li toro,t l1l'o u.nd poli tics, in­cluding \\' illiaul Preston. one of til e founuers of the Hoyn,l Iris h Academy; Dr. D l'OnUn,Ll, Rob rt ]~ llllUOt , John Sheu,re I Arthnl' O'Col1no1', '1'. A . :EITunet, 'l'OUl 1\ loo1'c, o.lld l no..Il ,\ ' oth er s. 'rhe l)iLne r WttS do ing s ll c h good work for tlw 1)t1trjot cu.l1se Lha.t the Englisb Go \'ornlJl ent found it n ecos:-:u,ry to Sl1 pl))'e~s it by luili ta.ry force on .i\lal'ch 6tb , 1798.)

H ail, l!'reetlo lll ! I, ail, Oll r g rmL1;est gooel , By I. hee all CO lll fo rts g reater g ro w;

D eu JJllrcllase or our fathers' b loocl, A ll d so lace dea l' of a ll 0 111' woe.

L OIIg lI atlll'a li sed 1.0 u s alone, 1111 ported from no fore ig ll lancls;

Fro m age to age tran Slll il.tecl clOW Il . '1' hou s ha ll not peris h in ou r l;all as .

«"r ho' rage, revenge, alltl wilcl despair, E ll ve llol ll e<l Rpleen, :tllel b lillCled zeal,

S I' o lll <1 a.lllllliLe frOlll liS to tea l' ' l.'ll e IJ l e~sill g, t lley ca ll1l ot prevail.

·Of 11 0 Oo ur t tyrants we' re ab'aiel, , \·Ve' ll s pin 0 111' term o r f reedom out;

,S,'cL1re of eac ll t l'lle patriot's aicl, r\ lid put oppress ion to lhe rou t.

Prol.ect, ye powe rs ! eacll plLtriot's clay, I:lis eve llill " crow lI with joy and rest ·

'Ti, e 10 L1ge r Ii : re his vir t ll es :tay, ' 'l' I, e soo ner Ire lanel will be blest.

AN ODE TO ERIN.

(F ro lll "'file Press.")

~rin! e rst, oh, ha.ppy is le! Liber ty 0 11 tl, ee did s l1Iile,; .H "'rcly warriors t l, ou d idst breed; For t hy f reeclo ll l t l,ey did b leed. Now fro 11 I t ll ee as freeclolll fl eel 'TI ,y heroes s leep >L II IOll g t il e dead. Tyr anny USllrps co nl nHLlld, Orue l foes devo nr l he la nd.

ee t i, e mO Il ~te r f ro lll afar, I II I,is looh deslructive war ! I<'ie rce li e ~triel es n.cro~s tI ,e p lain, Death and I.e rror ill I,i s trILi ll. C rOll ci lill g al I,is feet yo L1 .. ee ~1 ul'(ler , I li st, an d crn elty . T-1 o~ts of s lave.' at Ili s co nlTllfLl1d, 'l'yranI1 Y elestroys tll e la nel.

\Vhe ll t I, e e ve llill g g rey draws on, Ru sl ic' wate ll t i, e se lt ill g s lln; '1'0 }'on r Ii a lnlets qui(; k reLire, I"ue l for t I, e ty rants' fire. Lis l:en 1.0 LI ,e IlI iel lli g ll t o wl ! Tow tI ,U o wl begill s to p row l ;

]:..o! 1I 1u fla llli ll g b ran d li e throw~, Qnick L1, e straw.thatc ll ed cotta.ge g lo""s.

Om cl;1ill g b lazes p ie rce till; ski e .. , 'J.' llit l, e r wart t Ile vi ctill ls ' cries ; Vaill t Ile virtu Oll s Il lOt l, e r's praye rs, Vai ll t i, e r cb lt! vi rg ill ', teal'~; ( ' rll c l lust, 11 01' k II OWS Lo s pfL re Vi rt lle IlIi1111 0 1' IJeau t.l' lair. ]<;ri ll. ~et! tl l}' SO il S in c il lt i li S, 90w'Lnls vile de ri .le t ile ir paill s .

THE FATAL BLOW. (Fro lll "'l'll e Press.")

Oo me! CO III "! lily co unt ry IIl e ll , aLlvn.l1 ce ! Oharge y our IIlu ~ " et! poill t y0 1l1' la.ll ce! P "oclai ll' y ou r wi ll f rOll1 Si' OI' ll to s l' (l re, Till tyra llll Y ~ ilall be n o II lme.

T oo 10llg I,ave ty ra ll ts rtl leell.l 'e la ll el; T oo 10 1l g' YO Il Kpareel t I, e reckl ess ba lld. Ti ,e bloOLl by base oppreRs ion s hed , Call s \'e ngea ll ce on each g' lIil ty Il ead.

' L'o you, in t l,i s decisive 1' 0 111', A.ve ll g- illg" faLe ent rn sts lll-!l° powe r ; 'I'1, en I, aste to ~tri" e t i, e fa!;:t l b lo w, A ll el punish ea ch c1espotic foe.

THE GREEN FLAG. (F rOIIl .. ' l' lle Pres,.")

Flibernia's SO li .' , L1I(J patriot I,and, Ol",illl t il eir e lllfl.ll cipn.l.iO Il,

A rOll setl frO Ill s leep, t ll ey wis ll to be An ill .le penll e llt n", l ill l1 .

U lli ted, finn, like IlI en of se ll se , A li d t rlll y patriotic,

' l' ll ey vow I;I, ,,}, will not p ay t heir pence '1'0 any power despotic.

S ee sha lll e·fn.ced mj~e ry at our door, Ierll e 'R peasants starv in g,

W hile lall dlorLls, ahsen l.ees, a n el l<I1al'es I II E ngla ll cl wasl.e each far tl ,i ng .

A 11 ,1 I.Il1"l~ t ll eir c rilll e~ 0 111' CO li 11 try s Laill, Vi le robbers >L ll el opp resso rs ,

'~T e hope t hat yet a tlme III a.y cOll1e T o pu nisll su ch transg res.'o rs .

H i berllia i1' en wi ll ra.ise he r I, eacl, Til e g ree n fin.go wi de exten dill g ,

H er h a rp well t Ull ed to libe rty , H er sons tl, eil' rig ll ts clc l'e ll tl illg.

Ju~t,i ce til e ll lJegi ll s l, er r eig n rl' riulllph ant in our natio ll ,

Good.will on earth, a ll d peace 1:0 men, Throu g ll ou t t he wh ole crea.tion.

THE EXILE'S HOME-COMING. JOSEPH BR~~NNAN.

(Joseph Brennan was born in Cork in 1828. He "took part ill the ius llLTection of 1848, "nd escaped to Al11eri ca, wbere he Juo.rricd a sister of John Savage, the {l,uthorof "Shane' . Head." H e Wl"ote many excellent poems, bec"me b lind through an attack of ye llow fever . and died in New Orleaus in 1857.)

1wi ll go to Iloly J relalltl, The lalld of Saillt alld Sage,

WI, ere thl:l pul. 'e of boy Il ouu is leaping In the . Ilrunken [01'111 or Age;

'WI ,ere t he shadow or gia llt Hope.' Wor evel'l llore is cast,

.And ti ,e wraiths O[ mighty clliel'tains Are looming t hrough the Past.

I will go to bl:la ll Lif ul Wicklow, '1'l' e ItUliLed ollLlaw's rest,

W Ilich the tre~td of rebe l a ll d rapparee 111 IImny It strll ggle prest;

I will 0'0 to t he 10ll ely oTaveyltrd :Nea~ t i,e plea.'allt fields of Kil~lare ,

.AlltI pray I'or lily cl li l:lf andl'em, Youllg TU ll e, who is sleeping t here.

I will "0 to t il e g loo lny '1'holllas SLreet, Where gal laut Robert d iell,

An.] 1.0 LI ,e gri lll t. l\lic hall 's, 'Nllere Ll le ".I3roLI",1', ' " lie s ide by side;

I will go to 11' IH:lre Lhe I' eroes Of the Celts are laid ,

.A!ld cl,allt a li serere For t he so uls of t he mighLy Dead.

I will seize 11Iy pilgrim staff, AlId cl leerily walllle r fort h

]!'ro lll Lhe sllI iling face of the Sonth '1'0 t he black I'rowll of t I,e North;

.And in sOllle hOllr O[ twiligl lt I will IIlOunt t he tall SlieveblOOlll,

.And weave me a picture-vision 111 t i,e eve lling's pleasant gloom.

I will call up t he bll ried leaders Or t.he a ll cient Celtic race,

An cl gaze with It filial I'olldness all eacll sLe rlllY-lI oble I'ace­

The IIlas~,e rs of t he IlIind, And the cllieftains of tile steel,

Youu g Carolan a ll d GraLLan, The M'Caura and O'Neil!.

I will learn frOIll t heir voices, ';Yith a, tudent's love alld p ride,

<1'0 li ve as t.hey lived , A 11(1 Lo die as they died.

()h! I wi.1I sail from the ' ;Y est, A nd never more will part

:From the ancient home of I11Y people, The land of the loving lICH,rl..

FIREBALL MacNAMARA'S A.DDRESS.

M . HOGAN, 'l'RE BARD OF 'rHOMOND.

(F ireball MacNamara fought with the insur­gents at Vinegar Hill, wbere be rece ived a gun­sbot wound. from the elI cts of which he was lame cluring the r emainder of his li fe.)

CO llie here, m '&'l,e b '&n, witll your brow li ke a qlleen,

Anu fi ll In e a CLIp of our dariing potheen; I!'ill it up, like your proud spirit, spa rklillg

a ll d llig h, '1'ill it beams to ti,e brim, like the glance

of yOll r eye. JIere's .I!' reedolll for Erin! here's joy

to t he brave ,Vho sank i n her own g lorious cause

to the grave! Here's woe to the ty rant, and s ll ame

to t he slave, A lid death and di . g race to U,e traitor

and kllave.

Co me here, b .o.r ;S6.11 56.;S 6.111:;,* a nd sltow me YOllr III Olltl"

You've always told true when YOIl 'poke in ~ide out ;

Now I'll g ive you your breakfast of powder and lead,

To blowout the brai ns of some arrogant head .

Huna! Loy, I III rrah! to Lhe corn IJat away!

T here's conquest and glory before us to-day!

I' ll cool my red vengeance and crOWll lily desire,

With a p lace in the field and a qnick ronnd of fire.

Thro' Erin alld Britain our g lol'}' is 1<11 0";11 , A li d t he skull s 01' dead foem e ll would blli ld

lite a th rone; Oh! many a ball from your black iron

mouth, Has entered their noddles aud blown t hei r

SOli Is out. Then up, !Joy, to-day for the gallant

old ganle. Do YO II dash your thunder, and I'll

taire t he aim; AIIJ out' foe lIIust be ntoultled of i ron

0"lead , If we fai l to d.ismantle the roof of l,i8

I'ead.

I wa~ lllU'St by red cl all gel' all cl fecI by tlte sword.

I owe n o all egiance to mo narch or lord;

* .. Death withont the priest," which was the appellation he gave his pistols.

TIut if I.hey are t ired of tbeir lives, let tl lelll try

My pluck , 'L nd I'll show t bem a quick way to die.

Then here's your b ra ve health, b .\ J' 5 6n s"',S"'j1t;, '" rt;Oll' !

Alld here's to t be foes I\' bo sballlll eet YO Il no more;

And here's to tIle friends or old Ire­la nd, and a ll

W ho pride in her glory A. llcl weep for her fa ll.

I I'ougllt at t he 11l.W e of V illtlg'H.1' B ill, A ndl thra~h'd tIJe Hed i:::iasan a\: !J devils

to hell; A nd lest you may think that I 'm coining

a lie, See,l, ere is tile print of a uaU in my thigh.

Oh! Erin, poor Erin, '" cll'l'le mo cl,o,ue!

If YOllr l'igllts could be won by tI, e hand of Seos"n bUI'I)e,·

\ Ve would tig ht in yom cause, b"r 5"n s"5" J1t;, all d II le ,

To make you a Nation imlllo1'tal and free.

But I'd rather ten times to t i, e IlIadl)attle I\'alk

'I.'ha ll sit, like a WO lllan, to SpOilt iel le talk; Hi,,· word s will not drive forei"'ll foes £ronl

fLe hmd, " Bill, t ry t'bem witll s t.eel, boys, and see will

tbey stan ~ . S llre tl,at was the way B1'ian thrash'd

Oll t t I, e Danes, An d, ~ ure , t hat's tbe way all slaves

ureak their cl,aill s ; And, sure, the rea l lan g uage of Free­

do m's brave SOll S ,

I s Il le ringing of pikes and the roar­illg of g nn r-; .

If yon 11'01.1 ILl be fl'eelll!m - one eloqent ul,)w Ai m'.l hra vely and bold at tl lIl bead of

y our foe, In t I,e g reell open field, 01' il,e wide, bloody

breach, VV ould gain you more g lory Lha n ages of

speecl .. SIll'1! that was the wa,y t!Ja t our f01'e­

f H therH spoke, An d t bat wa,s the waytllattll eydasl l'd

off their yoke; And tl, at was t be way tl l1l.t tl ley held

t heir bro1l.d land s, Wi th the fire of th uir ll l'art .· a nd the

deeds of their hands.

Oh ! ILl u ~ h t o Lell old eacll .l ege!l e rate ~on . Kll eelill g down to tlJe roubers lo lJcg- J'0l­

I,i s OWII!

Crol lcl,illg and fawn in g, and praying for ' g ra.ce,

A ,,,1 h ssing the scourge of llis coull try !Llld race.

J3ut a way to tI,e field,b"r 5"'" S" ~"l\i , away!

TI, ere a re conquest and honour befo re us to -d~,y;

] ' 11 coo l lily reLl. vengeance, and crow n· III y desi re,

With It "lace on the sod and a banquet. of fire.

IN THE HEART OF THE HILLS. By C. J. Bolalld ..

I II the heart of f;] ,e hills is a treas ure :More precious than silver or gold;

Unstin ted ill IJouuty-what III "aS Ul'e CoulJ ever i ts riches ll!! ro l.1 ?

:WIe n seek it in vain in tile ciLy, in t he \11 iJH:l, ill the mart, 01' til e II mill ;

Bll t t l,istreas llre unmi nted-' tis pity!­Hides i'ar frolll tile t rackway uf ga in_

By the door of a ca.bin is s iltin g A peasant , his child 0 11 hjs knee ;

His partner is si lently kni tting, A lid God sl1liling dowll Oll all tbree.

".I.'is evening; I,is laLour is ove r, A 11 ,1 the toiler whose work is wcll _loll e­

l)'eels I,is 11eart like an acre of clover -­Excbanging soft smiles with the Sllll _

it is lI Ot that wea lth is I,is guel:doll­Ell ong h fo r t he clay is its tale­

Blit he feel" lI Ot t Ile pi t iless b m'den Of seekers 1'0 1' gold 111 t he , 'ale,

Of t he stri re , of IIl1 en.J ill g ell deavollr, Of t he t ri ck, an d tI, e plut, and t he hate­

Of enel"/ .. ries was~(I , th a t lI ever Can alter t he clI rren t o t fate.

In tI,e heart of tI ,e hill s lies a treas 11 re­All ! 11' hy do we tenant t he plain,

AJl d foll ow t he fi refly of p leas lll'e ? '.1.'0 s igh at l he las t," '.I.' wHS in vain."

The peasan t, apart an d 1111 knowin g, For tI,e blessin gs his Maker has sellt~

Givesthan k. with 1l. heart ovedlowillg;­He is lord o r the t reasnre-Content.

H e wl, o tra lll p les on Ihe pas t does n ot create for t he f ntw·e. The same ig norant

• H 11 d Y 11 J h b h and vag'abond spirit which JIIade l,inl a. of th: c;,nuSn~a CIBre.

e w";;' ~I>~O • .;i L':n I>~I>~: destrllctiv.e, prohibi.ts him from creating: invuh,ft r a ble . lik .. Achil lea. I for po~tenty.-Davl~.

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.THE ERIN'S CALL SONG BOOK A Collection of Songs and Recitations in Irish and English for Concert or Ceilidh

THE ERIN'S FLAG SONG -BOOK A Collection of Songs and Recitations in Irish and English for Home and Platform

The words of "Eileen age," "My Irish Home," .. That Tumble-down Sha.ck in Athlone," "Because I Love You So," etc., are given in the last two Books, and the translations into Irish include " Oft in the Stilly Night," "The Snowy-Breasted Pearl,'~ .. She is Far from the Land," "The Risin' of the Moon," etc.

Demy 8vo., Coloured Wrapper, Price 3d. net. each.

NUGENT AND CO., PUBLISHERS,

45 MIDDLE ABBEY ST .. DUBLIN.

BALLADS AND SONGS SUITABLE FOR ALL OCCASIONS.

Free and Easy Song Book CONT AINING :-

The Women are Worse' than the Men; Are You There. Moriarity; The Shady Road to Clane; The Dublin Night Policeman; The Stuttering Lovers; Return from the 13th Lock. and about 40 other popular songs. Eight Pages (Demy 4tO) Price 2d.

Odds .and Ends Song Book CONTAINING:-

The Old Boreen; Mrs. Mulligan, the Pride of the Coombe; Old Bog Road; Brian age and MolIy Bawn; The Pride of Pimlico ; Master McGrath; Kevin Barry, and many other new and popular songs. Eight Pages (Demy 4to) Price 2d.

Grave and Gay Song Book CONTAINING:-

Come Back, Paddy Reilly; .. Thank You, Ma'am," says Dan; Miss Maher's Little Shop; Shawl of Galway Grey; Mudder's Stories, Cruise of the Calabar; Th-e Little Whitewashed Church of Ballymore, etc. Eight Pages (Demy 4tO) Price 2d.

Irish . Song Sheet Series A representative Collection of Patriotic, Humorous, and

Sentimental Ballads, Songs and Recitations.

Six Numbers Price 1 d. each.

NUGENT & CO., Publishers, 45 Middle Abbey Street, Dublin.